Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.